Walking into the classroom, Kyo got pushed through the threshold of the door by their form teacher as the bell rang for class to begin that morning.
"Sit down, Kyo-san. And quit mumbling to yourself. One would think you were a little bit wierd." Wakaba-sensei said as she pushed pass. Kyo shot the tall, thin teacher a glare but shut up. "And don't give me that look. You look horrible enough with those bags under your eyes." She said as she sat down turned to face the class at the front of the classroom. Then did he finally look down and sit quietly at his table. However he did notice some curious looks sent his way to see if he really did have bags under his eyes, even Rei, his twin brother, with a slightly worried frown on his face. Kyo just looked down, wondering if his lack of sleep last night really had that bad and obvious an effect on him.
It was a fact that if Kyo was sleepy Kyo was grouchy. And tired Kyo was. Obviously no one here in his new school knew that. When lunch break came everybody (actually not everybody but most of the girls. But this school had a whole lot of girls.) came crowding over him, asking if he was alright. It didn't help that the few teachers that came in before were all either reprimanding him about dozing off in class or overly-concerned of him and that Rei kept shooting him worried glances, each one more worried than the last.
What was wrong with all of them?! But Kyo knew that they had no problems, except for some hormone-crazed girls, that is. The problem lay with him. Or rather, the problem was what was troubling him. So he escaped the whole horde, including Rei, saying he needed some fresh air. And who else to run into when he was trying to hide away and have some peace in the big garden in the school's backyard during break then that problem itself. Correction -- himself.
As Kyo walked down the wide flower-strewn path of the bright garden he heard the quiet ruffling of cloth before him and looked up, ready to snap at the unlucky fellow to get lost and leave him alone. However, Kyo was the one who found his breath catching in his throat at the scene before him.
There, standing in the middle of the path a little down, an angel stood. Snow petals of sakura blossoms rained down onto the lone figure as the wind blew more pink raindrops down, lifting some petals off the tea-coloured locks and only to replace them again.
Kyo just stood there, watching, stunned. It took a moment for him to realise who it was. He only realised he was staring when Yuki looked down and back at him with those emerald eyes, sparkling in the early-autumn sunlight that filtered through the tree branches. Kyo looked away quickly, only to snap his head back again. Was Fujiyama... Was he...
By then, Yuki had already realised he'd been spotted and had turned away, hurrying off the other to god-knows-where. But Kyo knew he saw it. There could be no mistake. Those green, green eyes, emotions flowing from it like a leaking tap. But it wasn't only emotions that were flowing from those eyes...Kyo had seen the angel cry.